Rivals

"Good morning, oppa." I smiled brightly at the sleepy figure that trudged out of the room, whilst I fired the blender in the kitchen.

"Soojung..." my older brother reaches in for a sibling hug, leaning his body onto my back for support. I struggled a little under his weight as he nuzzled his face on my head.

"Yoongi, you're smelly" I stuck out my tongue at him after I finished with the blender. He frowns slightly at my remark, but cherishes me too much to make a comeback like he usually does to others.

It would probably be a shocker to those around him that the cold and distant Min Yoongi - is protective over his little sister.

"Soojung, do you have time later?" Yoongi plops himself on the couch, staring blankly into space. I glanced over at his appearance, and snickered at the sight of his tousled bed hair and loosened buttons.

"I did the chores yesterday, so I have alot of free time," I responded, pouring the juice from the blender into a cup. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm going to meet my friends. You should come along and make bad life decisions with me." He quoted casually, lying down in a comfortable position while scrolling through his phone.

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"Is Yoongi hyung coming soon?" I peeked over at the lounge, where the rest of them were bickering about the difference between a peck and a kiss.

"He's coming over in a minute!" Taehyung calls over in a giggly voice as Jimin begun to tickle him on the floor.

same. I pulled the tight shirt off and threw it onto my bed, proceeding to change into my grey sweatpants. Since my hair was still damp from

as Namjoon blasted porn on my flatscreen tv, the younger ones giggling at the scenes while they hid under the covers.

that resonated through the walls and the entire building. I made up my mind to

a loud knock sounded over the commotion. It must be Yoongi

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the password on the device. While the tune sounded as he did, it

in holy water and perhaps enlighten myself for the next ten years to

My eyes landed on a big screen that was displaying uncensored scenes of body parts I didn't want to witness. As any other normal virgin would do,

the direction of the noise, and I perked

I couldn't open my eyes to check because there was a bare chest pressed against my face, and an arm around my neck. I noticed a sweet scent of soap that hit me as soon as I was pulled

calls my name with a soft voice, burying my head further into his chest in a protective stance, and preventing me

open your eyes

the man opposite of me, his arm still firmly wrapped around my torso. It was a sight much more pleasurable compared to what I've seen seconds ago, to

to his neck where a towel hung loosely, and further down where his

Or more like, his strikingly attractive appearance that makes me want to jump off the nearest

crowded on it. It was hard not to

jeans, his hair pulled to the back. The slim jaw was prominent against the clothing, accompanied by a half opened stare and parted lips. Holy cow, busan men

table by the side. My ears flushed a scarlet red when I scanned some

profile, observing me closely. His grip around me loosened as realization hit him